…. PROPOSAL STORIES. So my gorgeous youngest sister, Steph, got engaged last week. Eeeeeee!! It was pretty perfect. We all went to the Hanson concert on Thursday night, and for her it was her very first time seeing her favourite childhood band live, so it was already going to be a night to remember. Then. THEN. She went home to find all the lights out at home, so assumed her man pal, Chris, was already asleep. Then. THEN. She walked into their living room, candles lit, boyfie in a suit, and down he went onto his knee and popped the question. ISN’T THAT BEAUTIFUL!?! I’m so happy!!
Then also! My sweet sister-in-law got engaged this week! She’s studying abroad in Italy this month, and her boyfriend surprised her by flying over and getting down on one knee. Isn’t that fabulous and lovely!?
Naturally it all got me thinking about my Chris’s proposal eight-and-a-half years ago. I’ve already shared the story of how we decided to become more-than-friends (just passed the eleventh anniversary of THAT story last week!) but our proposal story has remained a mystery to you. So here it goes. In August 2007, Chris and I had been having a super normal night at my house, hanging with my family. He headed home and as per our custom, texted to let me know he was home safe a few minutes later. Then he added “by the way, I have a secret”.
Awesome. I love secrets, so long as they’re good secrets and they’re revealed in a timely manner.
But this wasn’t to be (at least not the timely part). Nope. The man tortured me with this secret of his for FIVE FREAKING LONG MONTHS, constantly reminding me that he had a secret, but not giving any hints as to what it was.
Do you think I loved that?
No. No I did NOT.
And then it was Christmas. My family celebrates on Christmas Eve, and it is hands down my absolute favourite day of the year. Christmas Eve is magic to me. It’s also pretty hectic, with cooking and cleaning, setting the table, and making sure everything is put together for a perfect Christmas dinner. Chris mentioned that he would like to spend some time alone with me before dinner; take me out somewhere so we could escape the chaos for half an hour. I rolled my eyes and said “Yeah good luck buddy, Mum will never let me leave the house.” But he talked to her, and she said to me, “You should go with Chris, it will be nice for you guys to have a bit of time together. We’ll be fine here.”
So he drove me to a spot on the river where we’d had our very first (super awkward) date. We sat together, enjoying the late-afternoon Summer sunshine reflecting on the water, and he said to me, “Do you want to know what the secret is?” And I said something along the lines of “FOR THE LOVE OF VEGEMITE ON TOAST, YES”.
The rest of it is a blur. I’m vaguely aware that he handed me a ring in a snaplock plastic bag (!?) and as I sat on the bench, he got down on one knee and said a super sweet little lead-up, used my full name, and proposed. And then I made him recreate the whole thing so I could take photos. If that’s not a #millennialproposal, I don’t know what is.
So yeah. It was pretty cute.
On the other hand, this is the worst proposal I have ever seen.
I had other things to discuss today but my word count has informed me that I have written over SIX HUNDRED WORDS just talking about proposals, and really, I think I should stop there. Ohmygosh do you just hate me for spending that long talking about proposals? Are you even still here?
Well if you are, I’m rewarding you with the latest and greatest links in town….
These DIY palm leaf soaps are kewwwwwwt!
Easy ways to celebrate your life this week. These are some cute, simple suggestions that I am definitely getting behind!
I am kind of into these 8 steps to mastering the “french girl” allure. Mostly for point #3. I like it.
I am so not even kidding when I say I ADORE INFUSED WATER. In Summer, there is nothing better. So I’ll be filing away this strawberry Summer water for the next six months.
For a more seasonally-appropriate strawberry recipe, I am really into this fresh strawberry cobbler. Where I am in Perth, mid-Winter is actually the secret beginning of the strawberry season. Not even lying. Mild Winters have to have some perks I suppose. Perth peeps, get out there and get your hot little hands on strawberries nowwww! And make this cobbler, dammit. And invite me over and feed it to me with a golden spoon.
No really, I’ll stop now.